30 Sep 2023, Saturday

 30 Sep 2023, Saturday

Prioritized Daily Task

10 a.m. - Morning session Semiannual General Conference

2 p.m. - Afternoon session Semiannual General Conference

Ronnie Lively died and they had his funeral back in Georgia this week

Debbie and I had prayer; Debbie cooked breakfast and after everyone ate Ryan and his family left for Logan to go home.  Debbie and I watched the morning session of General Conference.  At noon we drove to Lehi High School football field and watched Tate's game.  Jared, his dad, is one of the Assistant Coaches.  Tate's team won.  Tate played a good game.  We came home, had lunch, and at 2 p.m. we watched the afternoon session of General Conference.  At 5 p.m. we went back to Lehi High School to watch Porter play.  His team won by a large margin.  At 6 p.m. we started listening to this evening session of General Conference.  There were all good talks today and I made a few notes but will listen to the talks again when they are made available in a few weeks.  I read and later Debbie and I watched a movie on BYU TV.  We had prayer before going to bed.  I got a text from Michael that Ronny Lively, my sister Elain's first husband died.  Ernie, Eric and Blake's father, is already dead.  Jason, Lori Lynn, and Robyn went to the funeral.  I called Apple and talked to Timthony "Tim" about how to read the health data that my Apple Watch collects each day as I wear my watch.  

Note: Poem by Mary T. Lathrap, 1895

“Pray, don’t find fault with the man that limps,

Or stumbles along the road.

Unless you have worn the moccasins he wears,

Or stumbled beneath the same load.

There may be tears in his soles that hurt

Though hidden away from view.

The burden he bears placed on your back

May cause you to stumble and fall, too.

Don’t sneer at the man who is down today

Unless you have felt the same blow

That caused his fall or felt the shame

That only the fallen know.

You may be strong, but still the blows

That were his, unknown to you in the same way,

May cause you to stagger and fall, too.

Don’t be too harsh with the man that sins.

Or pelt him with words, or stone, or disdain.

Unless you are sure you have no sins of your own,

And it’s only wisdom and love that your heart contains.

For you know if the tempter’s voice

Should whisper as soft to you,

As it did to him when he went astray,

It might cause you to falter, too.

Just walk a mile in his moccasins

Before you abuse, criticize and accuse.

If just for one hour, you could find a way

To see through his eyes, instead of your own muse.

I believe you’d be surprised to see

That you’ve been blind and narrow-minded, even unkind.

There are people on reservations and in the ghettos

Who have so little hope, and too much worry on their minds.

Brother, there but for the grace of God go you and I.

Just for a moment, slip into his mind and traditions

And see the world through his spirit and eyes

Before you cast a stone or falsely judge his conditions.

Remember to walk a mile in his moccasins

And remember the lessons of humanity taught to you by your elders.

We will be known forever by the tracks we leave

In other people’s lives, our kindnesses and generosity.

Take the time to walk a mile in his moccasins.”